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Not A Star, But Close

Your shadow stretches across lightyears,
cut out of my golden beams,
projected, like the shadows
of all who come near me,
and though I will soon kiss you
with my loving lips of fire,
your shadow will live on,
expanding, moving through the universe,
immortal you, as painted on the ether
by me, traversing galaxies I will never
eat, seen by creatures
neither like me nor you,
to whom you'll be as
a god, or sign, or simply mystery.